I can feel the cold icy breath of depression gliding over the back of my neck. It freezes my spine as my fingertips are the first to go numb. It dances over me as if in fun. This is hard for me when no one understands, I’m just too much for anybody to handle. The thoughts are overwhelming me. I’m never good enough. I’m not attractive enough. I’m always too emotional. Always that crazy bitch I can’t escape. These identities consume me as I can feel its teeth biting into my brain. The blood squeezing out with no where to go, stuck in the skull. Help me.

((Note: I tend to write things like this and don’t ever share them. I felt like posting this because I haven’t posted in a long time.))

((At first I didn’t want to put this onto a public channel such as this site, but I keep looking over it (It was written months ago) and thinking I actually really like this little tidbit. Please remember even though most of these stories and poems build off something, they are all fiction. Thank you. ^_^))